Post by Elena Strike on Jul 6, 2019 0:20:36 GMT -4
- Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy -
Late April, 2073
Cherry blossoms were fleeting things, as Elena came to learn upon moving to Japan a few short years ago. From what media had led her to believe they should have lasted through the whole spring, trickling into summer, but nothing in reality was ever as fun as it was in fiction. In reality, cherry blossoms only really lasted about two weeks, if that, before their beautiful blossoms fell away, not to return until the next spring. It was more than a little disappointing that there was such a short span of time to see the trees in full bloom. At the same time, the short time of their blooming meant there was more excitement in that period of time. It was the whole reason people threw festivals and had picnics and took holidays just to see them. They didn't last.
Elena wasn't one of the people that liked that aspect, but she loved festivals and parties enough to let her disappointment over the impermanence of the flowers go.
And sometimes change wasn't a bad thing.
Tokyo park was filled with its fair share of tree-viewers today as it was likely to have the rest of the month, but it was quieter during the evening, when the sun was already setting behind Tokyo's tall buildings. This might not have been the "normal" time for a picnic, but "normal" only applied to people who didn't work the graveyard shift, or who didn't fight crime for a living. That "normal" tag didn't apply to any of the people she had called out today. Besides, at night the whole park was lit with paper lanterns, hung from the branches of the trees, bathing everything in pink light. If that wasn't as beautiful as the park in the sun then whoever said so was wrong.
The soft chill of the air didn't touch Elena as she set out a soft, vibrantly red blanket on the grass beneath a fairly young, more-pink-than-white cherry blossom tree. Besides her in the grass sat a relatively large wooden box, patterned in ornamental black and gold, each layer an individual meal box of her making. It looked more expensive from afar--up close, the chips in the wood betrayed its cheapness--but that hardly mattered compared to the food inside. With the blanket set she patted a spot for herself and sat down, breathing a soft sigh that turned to steam as it escaped.
This could all go super bad in an instant.
She hadn't lied, to be fair. She'd made it very clear to all involved what the plan was. The vigilante Sunhawk, or Tou-chii as she fondly dubbed him, wanted to be more than a criminal stopping other criminals. He wanted to be a hero. And she, being his friend--and more than a little envious of his ability to do so--wanted to help him reach that goal. As it so happened she knew an actually legal hero; one who might be able to be a foot in the door for Toma. Metaphorically speaking, of course, as said hero did not have any feet to put in a door. A tail in a door? Would that hurt the tail? The specifics of Mikhail's biology were still unknown to Elena, cold-blooded-ness aside.
So she had arranged a little picnic for two reasons. Well, no, three reasons, but two were important and one was really more for her own personal enjoyment. One was for Toma to get a potential lead into her real world of heroes. The second was to get to know the strange serpentine hero better, because he confused her in a lot of admittedly amusing ways. And the third was because her best friend was being brought along as well, and, according to their communications over the last weekend, was going to be coming in a most interesting attire for the sake of his...partner.
Oh, Kocchan. Las cosas que haces para echar un polvo.
There may have also been a fourth reason; a faint hope that in helping him, Toma wouldn't try to turn her in so quick if he managed to actually become a hero, and caught her while she was running around doing the criminal-fighting-criminals thing. It was a passing thought. Mostly. Hopefully, like the blossoms, it would go away in time and she could get back to feeling less worried that her best friend's boyfriend was going to get her arrested. Whether or not she was helping him, he had to stay sympathetic to those among his current fellows who couldn't do what he was doing.
He had to.
O las cosas se pondrán realmente desordenadas, muy rápido entre nuestros "amigos".
She set the box in the center of the blanket, and, adjusting the sleeves of her ever spectacularly flashy outfit, checked her phone for the time. She was rarely the first one to a party, but when she was the one organizing it, she made a small exception.
Cherry blossoms were fleeting things, as Elena came to learn upon moving to Japan a few short years ago. From what media had led her to believe they should have lasted through the whole spring, trickling into summer, but nothing in reality was ever as fun as it was in fiction. In reality, cherry blossoms only really lasted about two weeks, if that, before their beautiful blossoms fell away, not to return until the next spring. It was more than a little disappointing that there was such a short span of time to see the trees in full bloom. At the same time, the short time of their blooming meant there was more excitement in that period of time. It was the whole reason people threw festivals and had picnics and took holidays just to see them. They didn't last.
Elena wasn't one of the people that liked that aspect, but she loved festivals and parties enough to let her disappointment over the impermanence of the flowers go.
And sometimes change wasn't a bad thing.
Tokyo park was filled with its fair share of tree-viewers today as it was likely to have the rest of the month, but it was quieter during the evening, when the sun was already setting behind Tokyo's tall buildings. This might not have been the "normal" time for a picnic, but "normal" only applied to people who didn't work the graveyard shift, or who didn't fight crime for a living. That "normal" tag didn't apply to any of the people she had called out today. Besides, at night the whole park was lit with paper lanterns, hung from the branches of the trees, bathing everything in pink light. If that wasn't as beautiful as the park in the sun then whoever said so was wrong.
The soft chill of the air didn't touch Elena as she set out a soft, vibrantly red blanket on the grass beneath a fairly young, more-pink-than-white cherry blossom tree. Besides her in the grass sat a relatively large wooden box, patterned in ornamental black and gold, each layer an individual meal box of her making. It looked more expensive from afar--up close, the chips in the wood betrayed its cheapness--but that hardly mattered compared to the food inside. With the blanket set she patted a spot for herself and sat down, breathing a soft sigh that turned to steam as it escaped.
This could all go super bad in an instant.
She hadn't lied, to be fair. She'd made it very clear to all involved what the plan was. The vigilante Sunhawk, or Tou-chii as she fondly dubbed him, wanted to be more than a criminal stopping other criminals. He wanted to be a hero. And she, being his friend--and more than a little envious of his ability to do so--wanted to help him reach that goal. As it so happened she knew an actually legal hero; one who might be able to be a foot in the door for Toma. Metaphorically speaking, of course, as said hero did not have any feet to put in a door. A tail in a door? Would that hurt the tail? The specifics of Mikhail's biology were still unknown to Elena, cold-blooded-ness aside.
So she had arranged a little picnic for two reasons. Well, no, three reasons, but two were important and one was really more for her own personal enjoyment. One was for Toma to get a potential lead into her real world of heroes. The second was to get to know the strange serpentine hero better, because he confused her in a lot of admittedly amusing ways. And the third was because her best friend was being brought along as well, and, according to their communications over the last weekend, was going to be coming in a most interesting attire for the sake of his...partner.
Oh, Kocchan. Las cosas que haces para echar un polvo.
There may have also been a fourth reason; a faint hope that in helping him, Toma wouldn't try to turn her in so quick if he managed to actually become a hero, and caught her while she was running around doing the criminal-fighting-criminals thing. It was a passing thought. Mostly. Hopefully, like the blossoms, it would go away in time and she could get back to feeling less worried that her best friend's boyfriend was going to get her arrested. Whether or not she was helping him, he had to stay sympathetic to those among his current fellows who couldn't do what he was doing.
He had to.
O las cosas se pondrán realmente desordenadas, muy rápido entre nuestros "amigos".
She set the box in the center of the blanket, and, adjusting the sleeves of her ever spectacularly flashy outfit, checked her phone for the time. She was rarely the first one to a party, but when she was the one organizing it, she made a small exception.
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